Chapter 10

At noon, the operations and public relations departments of Yu's Group were in chaos, working overtime to contact media outlets to take down the trending topic.

In the CEO's office, the operations manager was trembling as he explained, "Mr. Yu, it was Ms. Zhuo who asked us to post it. She provided the copy and told us not to delete a single word. We thought it was your intention..."

Yu Jinwen was handling documents, appearing calm on the surface. However, his dark attire blended with the metallic tones of the office, making him seem as cold as a deep winter lake.

Before the operations manager could finish, Yu Jinwen slammed the documents onto the table with a dull thud, his voice low and heavy, "You thought?"

"I..." The operations manager broke into a sweat, his back already soaked. He cast a pleading glance at the CEO's assistant.

The assistant, He Zhao, kept his eyes down and said to the operations manager, "I think you can submit your resignation to HR now."

The operations manager, now a limp mess, was dragged out by security guards.

He Zhao stood to the side and reported to Yu Jinwen, "Mr. Yu, the trending topic has been taken down. The operations department released an official statement claiming a hacker attack. The PR department has also contacted major media outlets to minimize the damage. However, Yu's Group's stocks and funds have already taken a hit, especially Yu's Jewelry. The upcoming 'One Life, One Heart' series is facing a boycott from netizens..."

In the age of social media, the ripple effects of a single post were faster and more severe than imagined. Yu Jinwen's expression darkened.

He Zhao, glancing at Yu Jinwen's face, braced himself and continued, "Netizens have found out that you were previously married. Now, they're searching for Ms. Lu... I mean, Miss Lu, curious about what kind of rural girl could marry into a wealthy family. If this continues, Miss Lu might soon be doxxed. I'm concerned for her safety. Do you think we should..."

Yu Jinwen frowned, his voice deep, "Find her as soon as possible."

"Yes," He Zhao responded, then added, "Also, the old master called. He wants you to return to the old mansion."

Yu Jinwen's expression remained unchanged. He stood up, buttoned his suit, and said, "Prepare the car. We're going to Yu's Jewelry first."

In the car, He Zhao sat in the back seat, holding a tablet and checking the aftermath of the trending topic's removal. Suddenly, he came across a photo and was captivated by the female CEO's背影, "So impressive."

Feeling the boss's gaze on him, He Zhao coughed lightly and was about to swipe the photo away when Yu Jinwen took the tablet from him. He stared at the背影 in the photo, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

But he couldn't recall where he had seen it before.

He Zhao, guilty of slacking off during work, suddenly noticed the location tag under the photo and quickly tried to redeem himself, "The photo was posted by an employee of Nan's Group. It must be the eldest daughter of the Nan family." The eldest daughter of the Nan family?

Yu Jinwen zoomed in on the photo, examining the背影, his heart inexplicably skipping a beat. He pursed his thin lips, "Is there a正面 photo?"

He Zhao shook his head, looking troubled, "It's strange. The eldest daughter of the Nan family has been kept at home since childhood, rarely seen in public. It's said she never attended school and was taught by private tutors. There's not a single trace of her information online, not even her name. I tried to find photos of her but couldn't find a single one. She's unusually low-key. So, whether this背影 photo is real or not is hard to say."

As he rambled on, the photo on the tablet suddenly disappeared, showing a data error. When he clicked again, the post that had been trending was also deleted, and the photo vanished without a trace.

He Zhao's eyes widened in shock, "This is too..." exaggerated.

Not even a背影 is allowed to exist?

He thought his boss was already low-key enough, but he never expected there to be a CEO even more low-key than Mr. Yu, completely out of sync with this noisy, flashy world.

Her way of doing things reminded him a bit of their former CEO's wife, Miss Lu Nansong.

"Investigate," Yu Jinwen ordered in a deep voice.

He Zhao, his thoughts wandering, didn't react immediately, "Are you referring to Miss Lu or the eldest daughter of the Nan family?"

Yu Jinwen coldly spat out two words, "Both."

He didn't believe someone could disappear into thin air, nor did he believe someone could appear out of nowhere. Could two seemingly unrelated people have some inevitable connection?

...

In the CEO's office of Nan's Group, Nan Song's slender fingers flew across the keyboard. With a few clicks, a handsome face appeared on the screen—Bai Luyu.

After taking off his tea-colored sunglasses, Bai Luyu revealed a pair of doe-like eyes, making him look like a naive teenager.

"I was just chatting happily with some netizens online when I came across a photo of you. I was about to take action when I noticed the photo was gone. Did you do it?"

"Yes," Nan Song took a sip of water, looking tired, "If I relied on you, I would have been doxxed long ago." Bai Luyu immediately protested, "You ungrateful little thing, wasn't it me who handled your information before? Otherwise, you would have been doxxed billions of times already. Do you think Yu Jinwen would let you off so easily?"

At the mention of Yu Jinwen, Nan Song's expression darkened, "Get to the point, or please leave gracefully."

"Hey, look at you... Alright, let's talk business."

Bai Luyu said, "This morning, I was so angry that I dug up all the dirt on your love rival, Zhuo Xuan. I really found a lot of stuff. Your ex-husband has been quite deceived. I'm starting to feel sorry for him."

He smirked, typing on the keyboard, "I've sent it to you. Take your time reading it. I've been surfing the web all morning. I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a nap now."

After stretching, he went offline.

Nan Song opened the documents he sent. Bai Luyu was a top-tier hacker, on par with her skills. The documents were dozens of pages long, detailing Zhuo Xuan's entire life, almost laying her bare.

She skimmed through the pages, her brows furrowing. The documents not only recorded Zhuo Xuan's past with Yu Jinwen but also her life experiences abroad, even including hospital records.

The flowery English script might be incomprehensible to others, but it was no challenge for her. A few medical terms made her eyebrows knit tightly.

This Zhuo Xuan was not just a delicate white lotus but also a fraud.

Even in the open-minded U.S., she would be called a whore.

Her face darkened, her eyes icy with anger. Just as Bai Luyu was about to log off to sleep, he suddenly reappeared on the screen, "Finished reading? Were you disgusted?"

He clicked his tongue, "For such a dirty thing, Yu Jinwen divorced you. I always said he had his head screwed on wrong. So, do you want me to expose Zhuo Xuan's true colors and help you get revenge?"